He laughs, pushing dark hair back from his face, and greets me with a nod when arriving on the ground. “Good to see you, man.”
“You too. I still can’t believe you’re getting married. Who would have thought. My little brother and sister.”
Dan folds his arms and gives me shit for my comment. “It’s not too late to reassign your role of best man to Killian.”
“Has Killian arrived yet?
“He’s here, along with Dad and Amabella. Tyler is flying in from out of town tomorrow. Harper is asleep.”
My blood pressure spikes. “Harper is here already?”
“She drove up with me and Ally earlier today.”
The back of my neck prickles. I’m desperate to see Harper, yet at the same time I don’t want her anywhere near me. My mind doesn’t make sense.
“You all good?” Dan asks. In recent years, I’ve told him surface level details about my past with Harper and Tyler. He knows there’s tension between us, but he doesn’t know why.
“I’m fine. Don’t keep Ally waiting. I’ll see you in the morning.”
We part ways. I wait a minute, giving Dan his space before heading upstairs myself. With each step, my heart is pounding out of control, knowing Harper is in this house with me. My skin is buzzing. I thought I would have a better handle on myself, but with all theadrenaline pumping through my veins, there’s no chance of me sleeping tonight. I don’t even have Theo around to talk some sense into me. He has an eclipse deal tomorrow and won’t be here till late afternoon.
When I arrive at the top of the stairs, I’m standing in a hallway of doors, each leading to a bedroom. A dull glow seeps from beneath Dan and Ally’s room. Killian’s door is shut, along with Dad and Amabella’s. My eyes leap to the one other closed door.
I swallow hard, knowing Harper lies beyond that door.
I’m frozen in place, unable to follow the simple command of entering my room.
Would one moment alone with Harper really be so disastrous? One quick look to calm myself, then I’ll be able to sleep and focus on the engagement party. She wouldn’t know I’m with her. There’ll be no interaction. No touching. I’d make myself leave within a minute.
Icancontrol myself. I’ve been controlling myself for eight years.
One tiny fucking look.
My bags drop to the ground. I’m quiet opening Harper’s door and shutting it behind myself. The instant I see Harper, I know I’ve fucked up.
She’s sleeping naked. The bedside lamp is on, displaying every inch of her perfect body.
I step up to the bed, standing over her, glaring at her black eye. At least I can rest easy knowing the man who harmed her is dead.
My gaze rakes over Harper’s body, adoring her scarlet curls splayed across the pillow. I named TheScarlet Mirage after her and I don’t think she has a clue.
Her lips are slightly parted. I admire her tits that I’m dying to kiss. The curves of her waist. Her pussy.
My dick twitches, aching and growing hard when I realize Harper’s hand is between her legs. She’s cupping her pussy and two fingertips are slipped inside. Harper fell asleep after pleasuring herself. She couldn’t wait till she was back home in the seclusion of her apartment.
Perfect little thing.
I’m not surprised. Harper loved sex when she was younger. It seems not much has changed.
I run a hand over my cock, trying to relieve the urge to be buried inside her. My fucking god, I shouldnothave entered this room.
Harper whimpers. My eyes dart to her face, fearing she’s woken and seen me. Instead, her brows are pinched. Her breathing accelerates and she jerks, like she’s trapped inside a painful sleep. A tear trickles down her cheek.
Harper mumbles in stress. I don’t understand the word until she repeats it louder.
“Felix.”
I inhale a sharp breath. Harper speaking my name during her sleep is electrifying. I’m on her mind even when she’s unconscious.
